Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
But slaves that once conceive the glowing thought Of freedom, in that hope itself possess All that the contest calls for; spirit, strength, The scorn of danger, and united hearts, The surest presage of the good they seek.
God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.